I may not be “everybody,” but I have never liked the idea of dependent adult children. Instead of being a help as in some extended Hispanic families, most adult children living at home are totally dependent on their parents, and that is just plain WRONG.
I had 18 years with each of my children to teach them to be independent and responsible, and they both entered the military before their majority. Not everyone is like me, and I understand that.
I taught them so well, in fact that neither of them will help me when I need it! Maybe I should remind them of the 18 years I fed, housed and nurtured them and that they need to do the same for my last 18!
Well, they do help, at least with supervision so I can leave the house occasionally. Even Bill will be making himself useful this weekend. And Tom has the helpful Height and knows how to work the grill, when he’s paying attention.
I’ll be glad when it’s their bedtime. My head still feels funky after the near-blackout.